Anabel.
Vincent, the rogue, was my mate?
I stood perfectly still, letting that terrifying realization wash over me.
How could fate be so cruel?
Out of every single werewolf in the entire world, how could the universe pair me up with a man who had no pack, no home, and a terrible reputation?
It felt like a sick, twisted joke played on me by the moon goddess herself.
I was still deeply lost in the million questions echoing loudly within my head, my mind spinning totally out of control, that I barely realized someone else was now standing directly in front of me.
The air around me suddenly shifted, and a tall shadow fell over my face, snapping me out of my deep trance.
And to make matters completely worse, it was him. Vincent was standing right there, looking down at me. I stared at his face, wondering what was going on inside his head.
Did he feel it too?
Did his inner wolf just scream the exact same word mine did?
